A Book Of My OC's

- Old Brown Coat - prt 2

HEY omg
May!! Is not my character. She belongs to DeceptiveEggs

TW: Mentions of 🍇/ S3xual Abuse

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Ivan's POV.

I snuck out for the first time. My uncle wasn't gonna bother me anytime soon. He got me his apology gift so it's okay...? Right?

When I snuck out, I headed to a friend's house. He's rude to others but not with me. Nobody understands Dallas like I do because nobody bothers. I padded up the steps of the loud house he lived in with his many other friends.

Before I could even knock, I hear a crash and a thump followed by more yelling that caused me to flinch but regardless I knocked on the door and it opened. His roommate, Ivy, opens the door. Her messy hair sticks out just like her baggy eyes and the slight pinkish-red that replaced the whites of her eyes.

"Ivan? Hey kiddo..come in.." She steps aside, letting me in. I like when Ivy calls me kiddo. She's like a mom, well she is a mom but not my mom.

I forgot what my mom looks like.

"You lookin' for Dallas?" She asks, I nod. I was here for Dallas. She sighs and rubs her forehead with a huff. "He's takin' a shower right now, he'll be out real soon." She tells me and I nod. It's quiet before she speaks up.

"Dallas told me you got candy from your uncle again." I want to tell her to stop but nonetheless I keep quiet. I know what she's talking about and Ivy sees right through my lies...but she's calm about it.

"I'm sorry, kiddo...it ain't your fault." And with that, I hear Dallas's loud voice from upstairs.

"Ivan!? That you?" I look at the stairs and look up at him. He's always in that brown coat like usual. It's old and worn out. I really like Dallas's brown coat. He looks at me, his curly hair damp and the ends drip of water a little. "I thought you ain't aloud out after 10:30.." He cocked an eyebrow. "Snuck out." My answer satisfied Dallas because he didn't ask anymore.

"He's been here a while, Dallas." Ivy says back to him and he rushes downstairs and straight to me. "Y'all goin' out?" She asks and Dallas nodded. Ivy stared at Dallas with a glare, "Don't get in trouble, we ain't bailing you out." "I know, Ivy, I know." Dallas replied, Ivy wants to say something before she's interrupted by a loud crash and more yelling and a loud cry coming from upstairs. She looks mad. She rushed upstairs and yells back.

"God damnit- Silas! If you don't-" Her voice fainting as she leaves upstairs in fury.

"Let's get outta here." Dallas comments, and we rush out of the house but the yelling is evidently still there. It echoes when we leave.

"Damn...she's pissed." Dallas comments as he lights up a cigarette and walks beside me. I don't mind when he smokes.

"How ya been? You haven't been at May's in a while, though it's understandable..." He asks, taking a drag of his cigarette. I don't know how to put it..

"Fine...I suppose?" I replied back. "I kinda miss being there...I guess I miss May..." I mumbled but Dallas lets out a laugh before coughing violently. He clears his throat and looks at me, "Ya think? She's so motherly it's like seein' a clone of Ivy..."

Dallas trails off and sighed, then stares at me. I've got this look on my face, I look sad and casual at the same time. Somber? Solemn? I'm not sure...

"Kiddo, she ain't gonna be mad if you show up randomly. If anythin' May would be as cheery as sunshine." He tells me. I sighed again and kept walking.

Dallas is right...I hate that he is.

"I get that but...I don't know...I don't want people asking me questions." "Ivan, if that motherfucker wants to fuckin' ask questions to piss ya off, I'll gladly show him that fuckin' off was the better option-"

"Dallas! It's not that." I exclaim. He stops and looks at me. The trees whistle in the dark. It isn't just us around. Lots of people are out right now.

"Dallas...I just don't want to give him that- that proof, that satisfaction...okay?" I tell him. About a week ago, I got in a fight with a "friend" of mine and he told me "Think about this conversation when your uncle rapes you" and I left. My uncle doesn't do that...

Right? Right...?

"Satisfaction of or not, Ivan..." He mumbles, "I ain't sayin' you gotta come around...May just misses ya." He says. I smile slightly.

At least May cared.

"I can't place it but May reminds me of my mother..." I say suddenly. Dallas flicks away his cigarette and looks at me as we walk.

"May's certainly...motherly." Dallas comments. A part of me can see the sad look on his face. Dallas doesn't have much of a look to him besides this intimidating look. His eyebrows furrow when he's mad or deep in thought. He rolls his eyes and bites his inner cheek when annoyed. This time Dallas's expression softens for the first time. Dallas hasn't ever known any form of calmness. All he's ever known is anger and resentment. Maybe that's why we're so similar. Dallas only knows roughness. People aren't gentle with Dallas and in turn, Dallas isn't gentle with others because he thinks it's normal. Dallas is gentle with me though. Dallas is tough and mean but he's kindhearted and childish with me. He didn't need parents, he didn't need mentor figures. Dallas was independent. He didn't care about his parents. Dallas never wished. He doesn't wish for anything because he forgot how. Dallas didn't wish...

"I wish May was my mom." I blurt out into the silence. He'd listen but I don't think he would relate.

"Me too, kiddo."

I look at Dallas. His softened expression became a light smile.

It was at that moment that I knew...Dallas was sad. He was sad like I was when I wished for things that I couldn't have. He was upset but his anger didn't turn into violence. It became sadness.

Dallas wished for things too.

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